Sweet spring! full of sweet days and roses; Thy music shows ye have your closes; Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives; But, though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives. George Herbert, 1593-1632. Know then this truth (enough for man to know), "Virtue alone is happiness below." The only point where human bliss stands still, Less pleasing far than virtue's very tears; Good, from each object, from each place acquired, For ever exercised, yet never tired; Never elated while one man's oppressed; Never dejected while another's blest; And where no wants, no wishes can remain, Since but to wish more virtue, is to gain.-Pope. Mark well how dangerous It is to virtue, near the verge of baseness. A generous mind should never dare to quit That sacred anchor once parted from, There is no stop.-Down drives the desperate bark Before the foaming torrent, breaks on a rock, And sinks to rise no more. Village Life. Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain; And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed; Seats of my youth, when every sport could please ; Where humble happiness endeared each scene! The sheltered cot, the cultivated farm; The decent church that topped the neighbouring hill; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove These were thy charms, sweet village! sports like these, With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to please. Sweet was the sound, when oft, at evening's close, Up yonder hill the village murmur rose ; There as I passed, with careless steps and slow, U The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung, The playful children just let loose from school; And filled each pause the nightingale had made. Virtue. Goldsmith. Virtue, I need not tell, when proved and full The less attracts, through matter's whole domain. In boast; for what I am to God I owe, Virtue and Vice. Virtue is not a mushroom that springeth up of itself in one night, when we are asleep or regard it not; but a delicate plant, that groweth slowly and tenderly, needing much pains to cultivate it, much care to guard it, much time to mature it. Neither is vice a spirit that will be conjured away with a charm, slain by a single blow, or despatched by one stab. Who, then, will be so foolish as to leave the eradicating of vice, and the planting of virtue into its place, to a few years or weeks? Yet he who procrastinates his repentance and amendment, grossly does so; with his eyes open, he abridges the time allotted for the longest and most important work he has to perform : he is a fool.Barrow. Would we attain the happiest state No joy a rapture must create, No injury fierce anger raise, No charms of youth or beauty move In such a heart soft peace will live, The greatest blessing Heaven does give, Cows. Countess of Winchelsea. Vows-short-lived as the lightning's flash That darts along the skies, Wash'd though they be in crystal tears, And stamp'd with melting sighs- Before the morning sun can chase True love requires no plighted troth It has a life within itself, And in its truth is sure. False lovers vow-they think that none Believe the things they say And break their moonlight vows before The dawning of the day. Waiting. They also serve who only stand and wait.-Milton. Water Fowl. I saw on the breast of a beautiful river, That reflected the green of the hill— While scarce to the sunbeam it gave a slight quiver, A bird, with a breast than the drifted snow whiter, And give to the waters an image still brighter- At danger's approach, it can soar away brightly Walking. Walking is a delightful and healthful exercise; not your street-sauntering all day, which is fatiguing and pernicious, but a smart walk in the morning before breakfast; it invigorates and braces the system for the day. The morning air! it is most exhilarating and vivifying! There are sensations created by exercise in the open air between dawn and sunrise, particularly in the spring season, which can be created in no other way. The custom of young ladies walking in the morning is gaining ground. When we meet one of these fair early risers and exercisers, we set her down -a family of healthful children-bloom at fifty, and life at eighty. This is a sort of street yarn, the spinning of which should be encouraged; and which will go to compose a web of life, durable in fabric, and beautiful in hue beyond all |